Where do I see the light 

It's all gone dead in a way 



Cos more or less and get on by 

My made up thing on the day 



Oh Lord can a stone 

Be ballest for an aching soul 



Just learning how to know your mind 

No hiding out on the way back 



To get out before I'm feeling 

You just blow them all away 

It's eighties life 

But it all looks good on you 



Suddenly police run out 

And hope is found in a sound 



Cos I don't want to live a war 

That's got no end in our time 



Call it living in this country 

Calling it missing dawn patrol 

It's eighties life 

And it's all gone right on you